Jenna's Consent (12 page)

Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t physically touch her.
He would get her attention and urge her to untie herself. She knew her own rope
better than anyone.

A well-intentioned observer trying to be helpful could cause
more damage in misunderstanding what was happening. But Nick knew her.

He wasn’t just anyone. He’d been tying for years and had
studied extensively once he’d retired from fighting. He was still learning. The
day he thought he’d learned it all would be the day he put his rope down and
walked away.

He could read the sleek lines of her body and keeping his
hands off her was an epic test of his patience. But he waited for her to make
the first move. It was important.

Thankfully he didn’t have to wait long.

“Mmmmm,” reached him from behind her mask. A contented
mumble broke their silence and she reached out for him, wrapping her arms
around his thighs, snuggling into his warmth.

Well if that didn’t make him just want to adjust the rope,
cut off her panties and fuck her where she hung.

He shook his head, gritting his teeth as her corset-covered
tits brushed his hard-on. “I’m going to get you down. And take care of you.”

He added the last part, needing to verbalize the thought, so
maybe he could concentrate on more than just touching her. Anyone else he would
have asked for consent, especially interrupting a scene, but with her he didn’t
have to.

The fact that he already had her consent raced under his
skin, heightening his pleasure in the task of caring for her. It morphed his
energy as he attached a lead line to her chest harness so he could shift her
weight.

She must have felt it too, because she mumbled something
else. Behind the mask it was hard to understand her but he understood the
sighing and a few mumbled words to tell him she was definitely more than okay
with being touched.

By him.

He fed the line of jute through the ring at the top and she
let him go, knowing even in her blissful state what he was doing.

Possibilities raced through his head on what he could do
with her when she was finally in his rope. He thought of several delicious
things as a distraction since he knew what was coming.

He pulled on the working end of the rope to lift her upper
body and she cried out, partially in pain. Her distress morphed quickly to
full-on pleasure as the tension in her body shifted.

Her voice trembled as she spoke but since the back of her
head now rested on his chest he could mostly understand her.

“Shouldn’t have tied alone.” Her voice shook along with her
torso as she spoke. She whimpered as he shifted her again.

“Correct. That was a bad call.”

“But I was mad…at you.”

“Then you definitely shouldn’t have tied without a spotter.”

She rolled her head on his chest, tilting it to stare up at
him. Her eyes were glassy, stuck firmly in some higher realm rope bottoms got
when they were tied.

“But I didn’t want anyone here but you… and here you are.”

She blew his fucking mind.

“Yes I’m here, pretty girl. Mad as hell at you for putting
yourself in danger but I’m here.”

He expected her to clam up, get defensive. The inevitability
of her energy receding from his was imminent, he just knew it.

But did that happen?

No.

She giggled, the sound vibrating through him as he lowered
her to the floor.

Well, if that didn’t just threaten to blow the top of his
dick off.

He sat next to her, simply holding her for several minutes
as her heart raced and her body fought through the endorphins trying to find a
way to settle the sensations shooting through her.

As they sat there, breathing together, he realized the music
was still on.
My Immortal
he thought it was. The CD had totally looped
since he’d taken so long to arrive.

He ran his fingers over the rope on her thigh and shin and
she moaned, arching a bit closer. Somehow closer and farther, all at the same
time.

It definitely was not this girl’s first rodeo. The knots and
runs she used were complicated and perfect. Even in her frenzy to tie, fast and
furious, to work off her mad, she’d taken painstaking care with where she
placed each wrap.

“We have a lot to talk about.”

Instead of arguing she just sighed and he pulled her farther
into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his waist and he patted her hair. The
sigh that came out of her felt like the sweetest thing he’d ever experienced.

He shook his head, trying desperately to keep his focus on
untying her, instead of just taking her. Her ties were tight and they matched
the frantic nature she had tied with. He was thankful because she gave him
something to focus on, a task to keep his mind—mostly—off the way she rubbed
her cheek against his abdomen. The little noises she made and the way her body
still trembled as it tried to process so much adrenaline rushing in her system.

The rope made haphazard piles of jute as he removed each
length.

The way the pads of his fingers dipped and moved across the
deep grooves in her skin made his dick throb beneath her.

“Fuck me,” broke from her small body as he straightened her
legs out. Convulsions traveled down her spine and she squeezed him tight.

He unbuckled her mask and pulled it free.

It was unique. He took a closer look, having never seen
another one even remotely close to its construction. The top band of leather
felt stiff in his hands and the warmth from the material reached inside and
touched him somewhere behind his sternum.

A tag on the inside read “Kinky Pinky” with a pair of lips
icon below the words.

Not a brand he’d heard of either.

Beautiful.

She had answers to a lot of questions and he wondered how
long it was going to take her to actually be truthful with him. She snuggled,
trying to somehow get closer to him.

He tossed the mask somewhere in the vicinity of her rope
bag, focusing solely on her once again. After he dug his fingers into her thick
hair and massaged her scalp, he tugged slightly on the short strands. Tucking
her close to him seemed the most natural thing in the world to do so he went
one step further and lay down on the blanket, hauling her next to him so he
could share his warmth with her.

His protection.

His strength while she was so hidey beside him.

She moved her hand up his chest, curling it into the fabric
of his shirt and the scent of her sweet pussy juice reached him.

He circled her wrist, lifting it to his mouth. The taste of
her exploded across his tongue as he licked the pads of her fingers.

They both groaned and she pushed her pelvis into his hip.

He clenched his teeth, trying to keep his sexual hunger in
check.

“I’m gonna punish you tomorrow for lying to me, you know
that right?”

She moaned so sweetly, smiling into his chest, wrapping her
top leg over his thigh.

“We’ve got a lot to talk about tomorrow, little one. Let’s
get the chest harness off and then I’m taking you to my bed. Mine.”

Bryan “Ian” McIntire killed the lights as soon as Nick
walked out. He stood with his back against the far wall, staring at the
monitor.

Watching Jenna. His Jenna.

As soon as he’d walked into the security room and glimpsed
the monitor he’d seen her. Suspended by an A-frame they’d dreamed up together
years ago.

They’d lain together at night, buzzing off a scene, her
cuddled up next to him and they’d talked about everything. Well. Almost
everything. Some things he couldn’t bring himself to share with her.

Some things shouldn’t see the light of day. Especially not
anything as dark as his demons. And allowing them to touch Jenna would never be
acceptable.

Knowing he was so close to telling her everything so many
years ago was one of the reasons he’d left her. One of the reasons he’d left
her. To protect her. Shield her.

And now there she was.

Twirling from a single futo that she’d actually taught him
when they’d been in Japan together.

When he’d first seen her, he’d kept it to himself, having
every intention of going to get her down as soon as he got rid of Nick. Then
Nick dropped the bombshell of Jenna being his.

He’d barely kept his cool. He wanted to punch the shit out
of him. Gut him, kill him and dispose of the body so he could take what was
rightfully his.

Jenna working there was knowledge he’d had prior to him
taking the job at The Library. He hadn’t seen her in years. Hadn’t laid eyes on
her lovely face nor her sparkly eyes or the body he knew every luscious inch
of. Then she’d been there on camera, hanging in jute, suspended in a tie he
knew intimately and she might as well have been in a different country.

His heart kicked in his chest, thudding away, reminding him
of how he reacted to her long ago. She was perfection. The sub he’d compared
everyone to since the last time he had her at his feet.

She hung there like a fallen angel floating down from
heaven. Swaying gently in subspace. Her arms clasped behind her as if she were
waiting for him to grab a length of rope and finish what she started.

His fingers twitched and he clenched them into fists.

He ached to go to her. To confess…

He shook his head. It didn’t matter anymore. He could handle
his pain…better. He wouldn’t let it get to him anymore. He’d have her again. He
had every intention of getting inside her when he arrived, to prove once and
for all she wasn’t as perfect as he remembered her.

She was even more beautiful than when he saw her in his
dreams.

Her short, sleek haircut made her look a few years older
until you got up close to her, then her youthful bubbliness rose to the
surface, infecting everyone around her.

“Motherfucker,” he cursed.

Nick moved up onstage, spreading out a blanket.

He growled low in his chest when Nick stepped to her bag,
grabbing a length of her rope.

The last thing he needed to watch was Jenna wrap her arms
around Nick’s leg when he started attaching a line to her chest harness. He
whispered to her the whole time but the music drowned out almost everything
they said.

He heard Jenna’s sweet cry when her weight shifted and all
the blood in his body raced to his cock. As if it could get any harder. He’d
had a perpetual hard-on for weeks knowing he was going to be so close to her.
No amount of jacking off was going to fix it, satiate him.

Only Jenna could do that. No one else would do. Everyone
else had always been second runner-up after he’d been with her.

Even when he should be thankful Nick knew what he was doing
around rope, he couldn’t help but curse at him. He lowered her to the ground,
slowly easing her down until she lay on the floor at his feet, by his boots.

After sitting down and maneuvering her close she wrapped her
arms around his waist as he untied her. Ian watched as Nick removed her mask,
tossing it toward her bag.

The mask seemed vaguely familiar.

He activated one of the controllers, punching in the
password needed to gain access and then a second-level password no one knew
about yet. He activated an additional zoom feature on the main stage camera. It
automatically brought that HDSDI camera full screen. Several of the cameras
he’d had installed prior to his arrival had the new feature.

He switched gears and zoomed in to focus on Jenna’s mask
instead of on her. Her expression was his first intention but there was just
something about the mask… “You’ve got to be fucking joking,” he said to no one.

Good thing the chair was close because he collapsed into it.

She would be his again, there was no doubt left in his mind.

He twisted the joystick on the controller the opposite way,
zooming back out. The stage was empty.

A few commands into the matrix keyboard in front of him
morphed all of the screens into one camera feed. He typed a few more
instructions and then motion events began popping up on the screen. Each view
followed Nick, with Jenna cradled in his arms.

Off the stage he took her, out from the main stage room,
through the main bar illuminated only by a faint blue glow beneath the base of
the barstool rail.

He took her down the hall, down the elevator and through to
his playroom.

He never struggled with her as he maneuvered
everything—including her—to their destination. He punched in his code and
pushed the door open with his shoulder, protecting Jenna’s head at all costs.

He’d like the guy if he weren’t holding the woman of his
past, present and future in his arms to go do God knew what to behind closed
doors.

Before the monitor could switch to the camera feed inside
Nick’s playroom, Ian exited back out and changed the monitor to sixteen outdoor
cameras.

Watching them together…

Yeah it just wasn’t something he could do.

Not yet.

Not ever.

He stood, shoving the file drawer closed. He’d never really
needed anything specific out of the filing cabinet. It was either search for
something he needed or come out swinging.

He was a big dude but Nick was bigger, and had trained in
multiple ways to beat his ass and then hand it to him.

Not looking at the screen when he turned the lights off was
one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do. Taking the elevator down to the
playroom floor and taking the hall to the left instead of the right was
probably the hardest.

So he sucked it up and pushed his way through to the
underground parking lot, needing fresh air in the worst of ways.

He hadn’t been closer to Jenna in four years but he was
still no closer to her than he’d been the day before or the week prior.

The key fob on his keychain blinked when he pushed it and
the Escalade he walked toward beeped when he got closer.